The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 122

Chapter 115

Bella

When I woke up, everything around me was dark and cramped. The space was tight, pressing against my shoulders, and it didn’t take long to realize I was moving. My body jolted with each

bump of the road, and when I tried to lift my hand, it hit against something hard.

I started banging on it, desperate for a response, but no one answered. Panic rose in my chest, fast, sharp, suffocating. I was in a moving car, trapped in what felt like the trunk. I didn’t know where they were taking me, but every instinct screamed that wherever it was, it would be far

worse than where Dylan had kept me.

My throat burned as I cried, calling for my wolf, but she didn’t respond. She hadn’t for a long time. It was like she was gone-broken, just like me.

The car came to an abrupt stop, throwing me slightly forward. I clamped a trembling hand over my mouth to stifle a sob, tears streaking down my filthy face.

Then came the sound of metal hinges creaking, the trunk opening. The sudden light stabbed into my eyes, forcing me to squint. A rough voice followed.

“Fuck, you reek,” he hissed in disgust.

Of course I did. I hadn’t bathed, hadn’t brushed my teeth, hadn’t even changed clothes. The tattered dress I wore was the same one from that day-the day they dragged me to the attic. It barely covered me now, clinging to my skin like a reminder of everything I’d lost. My body was covered in bruises, some fading, others still raw and swollen.

“I can’t believe I have to carry you,” the man muttered, his nose wrinkled.

“Just do it, Jack,” another voice said from behind him, his tone laced with amusement. “Remember,

Pascal said he wants her in one piece.”

Pascal.

The name rang unfamiliar in my ears.

I didn’t know anyone by that name-or maybe I did once, one of the countless people I’d hurt along the way. Was this someone else who wanted revenge?

Jack with gloves already on-grabbed me roughly by the arms, yanking me out of the trunk. His grip burned against my skin as I twisted and cried out in pain, but he didn’t care. He dragged me like a piece of garbage and tossed me into another waiting car.

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Inside, there was a gray bag on the seat. Jack unzipped it and pulled out a syringe, his lips curling

into a twisted smile as his gaze met mine.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking, barely audible and dry. “Please let me go.”

He laughed-a short, cruel sound. “You know,” he said, shaking his head slowly, “I used to admire you

once. But now?” His eyes swept over me with disgust. “Gross. I can’t even figure out what he

wants with you.”

I didn’t have the strength to fight. My body was too weak, too hollow to protest when he grabbed

my arm. The sting of the needle barely registered anymore.

“Sleep tight, princess,” he sneered. “It’s going to be quite the trip.”

And then, once again, darkness swallowed me whole.

When I finally opened my eyes again, I was sure I’d wake to the same horror, the smell of rot, the filth clinging to my skin, the pain. But none of that came.

Instead, a soft, clean scent drifted through the air, flowers. Fresh flowers.

My lashes fluttered weakly as I forced my eyes open, blinking at the brightness surrounding me. Everything was white, the walls, the sheets, even the curtains that swayed gently by the window. I tried to move, but my body refused to obey. Only my head shifted slightly, just enough to see that I was lying on a bed, an IV drip connected to my arm.

For a moment, I dared to hope. Had Dylan come for me?

The thought was foolish, even cruel. That man had left me to die; why would he save me now?

But if not him… then where was I?

Before I could think further, a strange heaviness crept over me again, a prickling sensation running

through my veins. My vision blurred, my eyelids growing heavy, and before I knew it, I was slipping

back into the dark again.

The same thing happened over and over. I’d wake briefly, my surroundings still the same, clean,

white, and eerily quiet, only to drift off again moments later. Each time, I remained alone. No one

ever came to check on me, not even a doctor.

Then, one time, as I drifted somewhere between waking and sleep, I heard a voice. Deep, Rough and Commanding.

“She’s too weak,” the man said. “Make sure she regains her strength.”

The sound of him made something in me jolt. He didn’t sound familiar, not at all, but there was

power in his tone, the kind that made others obey without question.

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Whoever he was, I didn’t know what he wanted from me. But one thing was certain, he didn’t bring me here for a good cause.

Not knowing who had taken me or why filled me with so much fear that I didn’t even want to open

my eyes.

“I’ll try my best, sir,” came another voice-calm, older, definitely a doctor’s. “She’s really malnourished

and weak.”

“Whatever. I want her to get better as soon as possible, got it?” the rough, commanding voice replied.

“Yes, sir… Pascal.”

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